"Amanata, stop!
Do you want to destroy this world?" Lansendel's voice echoed through the clouds.
"Lansendel... why are you meddling?" A voice that was clearly serious and stern yet somehow gave off a sense of gentleness rose. "Wasn't it better as it was before?
Weren't you only concerned about the safety of your followers, indifferent even to the world-ending calamity in Toril?
Even if this place is completely destroyed, what difference would it make?
A world under the Devil's rule holds no value for survival."
To some extent, Amanata indeed had his persistence... for instance, never considering humans as creatures worth looking at.
Roughly categorizing their value based on factions.
Hill felt a bit disgusted... it seemed all too natural for this guy to fall.
If the establishment of laws fell into his hands, Toril would probably still be the domain of Dragons and Elves now.
After all, in his eyes, only the strong deserve to live and enjoy life.
